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In the autumn street of leaves
'Dressed, posted, returned--
Nature's speculation's done.
Hued brevity now, underfoot slid, wind moved
As we, unvolitioned in love's season.

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Dawn's light solitude
In comfort chill and robed thought
And spotted pane accompany,
Turns isolation's stiff yeared
Unbellied cat in hall darkness,
And blind lashed, streaked and dusty sill.

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In approximation,
The moment rounded with a scud
Of low concern and cloud--
The misfiled, the blotted
Sun running in monochrome seams,
A striated score to this arc of day.
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A plainsong of air, of nothing
In silence, and surprise.

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May what's next follow,
Post and prompter, in sequent obedience,
As the proximate tile falls.
Or-- may love's predilection be love
As day and night in time's hapless frame,
Neither wanting next, yet so.

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In sleep, infiltration. By.
In sleep you
Sublimate day:
Memory a water sheet
Fading on hot metal night,
Folding into dream sight.
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Infiltrated by wind-wrought
You, far, but in dawn-light clarity
There you are.

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Self-regard's fair excuse
Is a child at a glass--
What seems reflection's invention.
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But undone's time's advantage
From that center drop spread--
If it seeks reverberation.

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These things have no significance,
Tree, sky, the walkers frozen in their search,
The still sun.
The calculus of the day is writ with small precision
On a page fading as done.

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This is temporary, yet fixed--
In time, yet memory.
Strands of sky, voice, scent
Wove in rough bolt,
Unfurled at need and patterned to suit
A life's illusioned tale.

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Inner fall turned common-eyed disgrace
Is sin undone in gallery complacent;
But empty-halled echoes are all in one.
Mispurpose is kind, misdeed is straight
In misgrained sleepless weight.

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These emblems of selves have crept beyond memory's compass,
The shaded impedimenta of foregone need--
Once friended text and notes now unpurposed by time,
Are heaped for a second removal in the neon cellar light.